nycteris Jan 13

a sound, a simple movement of the hands
to make sure that every morsel lands.
trash can opens yet again
over and over.

everything useless goes
to a place no one knows.
leftovers leave our palms,
heading away with the rest.

left to get cold and rot
to which we think not.
the satisfaction in the thought
that it is gone and in other hands.

toys that no longer speak
left to die in the wreak.
no longer wanted by those
who once called them family.

leftovers and toys thrown away
are left to find their own way.

those who discard
are have this to regard.
they too become the trash,
forgotten in the waste,
the filth created by others.

we all lay to rot
this we know a lot.
on our own
by those that said
they loved us.

her food is rotting
you can see the mold on it
she shoves it away

Poetic T Dec 2017

My momma threw me to
the curb like she had a
wanting to stomp me
         American history
to much of her wrong type
of love made her corrosive
                                          in my life.
Telling truths of what her definition
of love was, a gunshot bleeding
every time she let of verbal shots.
But I wasn't the fever that collected
within the palpitations of her heart.
That point which was quenched
                    by the point of her rage
every time she was coming
                                      down to earth
like she fell from orbit.
But I wasn't a footstep in her failing,
I was a shadow leaving her behind...
Sometimes you have to leave
                  that which you love..
to make you stronger.
If their there when you return
you know they were willing to change.
                  And if not,
you just visit there quiet place
and tell them you always loved them.

To survive sometimes we wonder alone,
      not to be suffocated by the rot of
       another's love,
she curb stomped my love, but I love her though..

Poetic T Dec 2017

Incroch on the nest of
              My giving and I will
collect your bones
     and soil upon them.

For where there is grace
    There is also the seathing
Retribution of my thoughts
      And I will bury you unmarked.

September Rose Nov 2017

My soul has started to rot
Charred black by the flame of heartbreak
Cold as the night you left
I don't think I'm breathing anymore
The feeling of dread carried in with the wind through every open window
Every shadow whispers your name
I feel myself fading as fast as you left
I don't feel the drive and passion anymore
My happy place has crumbled to dust, broken fragments of reality
The air I breath poisons my lungs as I fall faster and faster into the hellish hole that appears on every path
My heart as empty as the canyons that used to make me feel free
My breath as cold as the pouring rain that used to send me to sleep
My soul as rotten as the core of the witches apple
The witch that has cursed me
Cursed me with the boulders I carry on my shoulders
Cursed me to lie when I say I'm fine

scooby Nov 2017

I've seen to it to be left about,
a coursing, hushing let down.
To prove to you I leave rot out,
I see what's best about my withering brown.

A coursing, hushing let down-
take this as seriously as I say I do.
I see what's best about my withering brown.
My equinox benefits only you.

Take this as seriously as I say I do.
I'll come back and fall to fruit,
(my equinox only benefits you)
when warm tides cause seeds to root.

I'll come back and fall to fruit,
so see it to be left about.
A warm tide caused seeds to root,
I prove it and leave the rot out.

I am submitting this poem again, after a year it holds up, I still find the format quite beautiful.
Sanny Nov 2017

I am afraid.

My inner demons are taking control like never before.

I feel how the darkness makes me rot from inside.

The stench from my walking corpse.

I am so afraid.

I feel how they're winning the last battle.

The person I was is dying, beyond saving.

There's no turning back, I'm a living dead.

Matthew Anan-Ua Nov 2017

In the forest of night,
I saw a dim light.
And there by a stream,
A tree struck with blight

The body black with rot,
With leaves that sickness wrought.
Came to me in thought,
What evil this had brought!

The branches stretched towards me,
And off, the leaves fell free.
As I reached out to touch,
The blackness spread to me.

And like a plague it hit,
Spreading bit by bit,
Until I could not see,
Until it engulfed me.

It's time to wake up.

trf Oct 2017

i woke this morning and sung the blues,
tired eyes couldn't fathom this phantom news.

fire breathing out of his window pane,
as in my dream i thought i'd merely gone insane.

fictitious facts began to dawn on me,
once again my heart scrambled for her recipe.
                          So i turned it all off and ran awayyyyyy, yeah.
           the twenty four hour cycle versus my ten pound nemesis,
                               can't bear this brunt day after day, yeah.
            redemption songs sometimes need a lil' momentary bliss.

do you trust in me as trust in you,
find my flaws........but don't perfect them.
a little boy, i'll re-main true,
cease the fire A-gainst the wind.
casualties can't be subdued,
mind the dice........but don't crap out.
there's no ice that seems to dew,
breathe the flames, round your bout.

                                     keep me on your mind, i'll keep you on my mind

keep me on your mind, i'll keep you on my mind

                                     keep me on your mind, i'll keep you on my mind

keep me on your mind, i'll keep you on my mind.

TRF                                              TENtwoTW­OthousandSEVENTEEN

Scarlet Keiller Oct 2017

It's dark beneath my skin
I'm shivering
          Shivering from the
My skin is falling from my bones
                    and old
Stone fingers turn to dust
Wooden teeth leave splinters
          Like jagged
          tracing my skin
                    in the night
Transparent eyes
                    with sugar
                    and white
Black blood pouring
          From my mouth
                    like literature
It's here to stay
          All of it
                    is here to stay
Coat your hands in tar
                    feel tears
                    on your hands
                    on your heart
Keep your eyes closed
                    you want
          to see me
I'm here
          Ready with
                    my lips
          and my chest

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